The other started perceptibly. "Knowing what I have told you?" he asked.
"Not knowing it."
"What--what did she say?"
"Nothing. I am to see her to-morrow."
Lord Herbert glanced at him furtively. "I suppose you will not go--now?"
he said.
"Yes, Manning, I shall," Maine answered.
"Well," the other man continued, looking at his watch and yawning, "I
must be going. It's late. Glad to have seen you, Maine. I am to be found
at 80 St James's Place. Thanks; yes I will have my coat on. My pipe--oh!
here it is. Good-night."
The door closed, and Maine was left alone.
"Will she tell me to-morrow, or will she be silent?" he said to himself.
"That depends on one thing: Has love of truth the largest half of her
heart, or love of me?"
He sighed--at the conventionality of the world, perhaps.